The 16-year-old Su Cinian waved the brush in his hand to depict the boy who had been in his heart for two years. There was a hint of sweetness in the youthful confession, which was endlessly memorable.
The autumn of that year was very windy, and I vaguely remember only those words: "Thank you, my autumn." It looped endlessly in my ears, and the clean and refreshing teenage voice was not mixed with any stains, like crisp apples in autumn, crisp dates in winter, and popsicles in summer.
Purpose: Bravely pursue love without leaving any regrets
